Bruce Springsteen
zpěvák, kytarista, multiinstrumentalista
Hodnocení na Kinobox.cz: 74%- Narození:
- 23. září 1949
- Věk:
- 75 let
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Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen zvaný „The Boss“, je americký rockový a folkový zpěvák, kytarista a multiinstrumentalista. Springsteen dlouhodobě spolupracuje se svou kapelou E Street Band. V USA za svou kariéru prodal více než 65 miliónů alb,...
Píseň: Outlaw Pete
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- Bruce Springsteen
- Album:
- Working on a dream
He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail At six months old he'd done three months in jail He robbed a bank in his diapers and little bare baby feet All he said was "Folks my name is Outlaw Pete" I'm Outlaw Pete, I'm Outlaw Pete, can you hear me? At 25 a Mustang pony he did steal And he rode her 'round and 'round on heaven's wheel Father Jesus I'm an outlaw, killer and a thief And I slow down only to sow my grief I'm Outlaw Pete, I'm Outlaw Pete, can you hear me? He cut his trail of tears across the countryside And where he went women wept and men died One night he awoke from a vision of his own death Saddled his pony and rode out deep into the West Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res. And as the snow fell he held their beautiful daughter to his chest I'm Outlaw Pete, I'm Outlaw Pete, can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Out of the East on an Irish stallion came bounty hunter Dan His heart quickened and burdened by the need to get his man He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river Pulled his gun and got the drop He said "Pete you think you've changed but you have not" He cocked his pistol pulled the trigger and shouted, "Let it start" Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it, And pierced Dan through the heart Dan smiled as he lay in his own blood dying in the sun Whispered in Pete's ear "We cannot undo these things we've done" You're Outlaw Pete, You're Outlaw Pete, can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? For forty days & nights Pete rode and did not stop Till he sat high upon an icy mountaintop He watched a hawk on a desert updraft, slip & slide Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony's side Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge And some say they remain frozen high up on that icy ledge A young Navajo girl washes in the river, her skin so fair And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair Outlaw Pete, Outlaw Pete, can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?